STONOR. That you have very pink cheeks? Well, I stick to that. JEAN (_smiling_). Sh! Don't tell everybody. STONOR. And you're the only female creature I ever saw who didn't look a fright in motor things. JEAN (_melted and smiling_). I'm glad you don't think me a fright. CHAIRMAN. I will now ask (_name indistinguishable_) to address the meeting. JEAN (_as she sees_ LADY JOHN _moving to one side_). Oh, don't go yet, Aunt Ellen! LADY JOHN. Go? Certainly not. I want to hear another. (_Craning her neck._) I can't believe, you know, she was really one of the worst. (_A big, sallow Cockney has come forward. His scanty hair grows in wisps on a great bony skull._) VOICE. That's Pilcher. ANOTHER. 'Oo's Pilcher? ANOTHER. If you can't afford a bottle of Tatcho, w'y don't you get yer 'air cut. MR. P. (_not in the least discomposed_). I've been addressin' a big meetin' at 'Ammersmith this morning, and w'en I told 'em I wus comin' 'ere this awfternoon to speak fur the women--well--then the usual thing began! (_An appreciative roar from the crowd._) In these times if you want peace and quiet at a public meetin'---- (_The crowd fills in the hiatus with laughter._) There was a man at 'Ammersmith, too, talkin' about women's sphere bein' 'ome. _'Ome_ do you call it? You've got a kennel w'ere you can munch your tommy. You've got a corner w'ere you can curl up fur a few hours till you go out to work again. No, my man, there's too many of you ain't able to _give_ the women 'omes--fit to live in, too many of you in that fix fur you to go on jawin' at those o' the women 'oo want to myke the 'omes a little decenter. VOICE. If the vote ain't done us any good, 'ow'll it do the women any good? MR. P. Look 'ere! Any men here belongin' to the Labour Party? (_Shouts and applause._) Well, I don't need to tell these men the vote 'as done us _some_ good. They know it. And it'll do us a lot more good w'en you know 'ow to use the power you got in your 'and. VOICE. Power! It's those fellers at the bottom o' the street that's got the power. MR. P. It's you, and men like you, that gave it to 'em. You carried the Liberals into Parliament Street on your own shoulders. (_Complacent applause._) You believed all their fine words. You never asked yourselves, "_Wot's a Liberal, anyw'y?_" A VOICE. He's a jolly good fellow. (_Cheers and booing._) MR. P. No, 'e ain't, or if 'e is jolly, it's only because 'e thinks you're such silly codfish you'll go swellin' his majority again. (_Laughter, in which_ STONOR _joins._) It's enough to make any Liberal jolly to see sheep like you lookin' on, proud and 'appy, while you see Liberal leaders desertin' Liberal principles. (_Voices in agreement and protest._) You show me a Liberal, and I'll show you a Mr. Fycing-both-W'ys. Yuss. (STONOR _moves closer with an amused look._)